Kovacs is irritating on a good day, infuriating on a bad one, and when he's sneering at her like that, there's no chance she's leaving.

"You don't even have an ashtray," she points out, stepping over the low table rather than walking around it. Casual-not-casual disregard for his things, a kind of tit for tat - he's the one that broke out the smokes, after all. "You're going to light the goddamn ship on fire."